#dogs extend a love to us that doesn’t leave when they do that’s how I know I’ll miss you forever

[aerospectrum]

today is one of the hardest days I’ve had in life and I do not feel even a little bit ok. I need a hug and the ability to visit the rainbow bridge just for five more minutes. he was ready; I just wish I’d been too so that it didn’t hurt so much.

hey Boots, you can probably hear me now and you’re probably feeling the best you ever felt. they’re gonna ask if you were a good boy but don’t be scared, I already told them that you were the best boy. go explore that great unknown, buddy, I’ll miss you for the rest of my life 🥺🩵😣

[awoogayanderes]

BSD MEN & THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES

➪ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoyevsky, sigma

➪ other notes : its 4 am and i’m wide awake, so i decided to write tooth rotting fluff on my own accord, non edited, also this kinda sucks because im basically brain dead but i knew my ideas would go away if i did this later

osamu dazai :

physical touch

- dazai would rather have a dog than not be in your arms late at night

- even at work, he often has his hand on top of yours or he intertwines your legs together, later to be scolded by kunikida

- you ground him in a safe space that he’s definitely not used to but he consumes whole

- whether it be holding pinkies or him holding onto you like a koala, there’s a part of him that always needs to be with you

- congratulations, you now have a clingy dazai who whines for your warmth

chuuya nakahara :

gift giving

- chuuya has always had a very difficult time expressing his love for you, most of the time coming out as anger

- even if it’s an inexpensive snack you saw at the store, he pays close attention and buys it for you even if you don’t ask for it

- your wobbly lips and sweet smile are enough for him, always wanting you to be happy

- nothing is too much money for him, if you want it or even look at it, you have it, take it as a token of gratitude for putting up with him

- congratulations, you now have a chuuya who’s willing to do anything for your smile

ryūnosuke akutagawa :

acts of service

- akutagawa, the bloodhound of the mafia, who helps you out on any task, minor or major

- whilst he isn’t your perfect partner, he tries to show you that he actually does care, his way being doing chores or maybe errands

- you reached a level of connection with him that he subconsciously does these things for you, always set on making you content

- a part of him leaves his body when you thank him with a kind smile and a small hug

- congratulations, you now have a whipped akutagawa who’s likes to help you out a lot

fyodor dostoyevsky :

quality time

- fyodor has always lived a simple life, outside of his terrorism of course, but this extends to you, the simplicity of it all

- he’s the least ideal partner but he still does tend to your needs, being around you often

- whether it’s tea time, or a small dance in your living area, or maybe even before bed, you both enjoy those quiet moments together

- he believes words are useless when actions show heavier weight, so he instead spends time with you to express his love

- congratulations, you now have a lingering fyodor who appreciates these small moments

sigma :

words of affection

- sigma doesn’t know much about love, but he does know how to convey it with words

- ironically out of everyone, he’s the one who expresses his affection so freely with you, wearing his heart on his sleeve for you

- you don’t use him nor do you take advantage of him, you deserve kindness so that’s what he gives to his partner whom he cares about

- unlike fyodor he believes words open up one’s soul to others, their true feelings

- congratulations, now you have a lovey dovey sigma who doesn’t shut his mouth around you

[s-4pphics]

mourn. intro. (e.w.)

INTRO. 

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

WARNINGS: streetracer!ellie, dealer!oc, backstory lemme cook, parental death, mentions of overdoses, funeral, baby ellie :), oc intro… cackles evilly

A/N: last post til eid lol 

pay zakat. feed a family this ramadan. k!ll zios.

SEPTEMBER, 2009

ANGUISH floods Ellie’s chest as she witnesses decorative rosewood being lowered into the sopping dirt. It’s cinematic; watching herself from a bird’s eye view, floating above her own body. Her brain cranks at an alarming rate. Churning in attempts to convince her that she’s not actually here, staring dead at her mother’s casket. The grass sludges beneath her shoes with every unsteady shuffle of her feet. 

There aren't many people around. Three of her mother’s former work friends, a service dog, and the officiant. They’re hardly acknowledging Ellie; no one would be able to stop her from leaping head-first into the ground due to the lowering clouds. Buried and suffocated by grass and mud, a feast for the maggots, but loved eternally. Every cell in Ellie’s body thrums with anxiety. Just when she trusted that her mother’s health was improving, she woke up, shrouded in ice next to a limp body and an empty pill bottle on the nightstand. The same ones her mother took to sleep throughout the night. 

That was three weeks ago. She doesn’t remember calling 911. 

Her best friend — her only friend is gone. And it’s permanent. This isn’t like how her mother used to scavenge the streets until dawn searching for another job before Ellie woke up. She’s not coming back to crawl into their shared, warm bed, sleep for half an hour, then help her get ready for school. No more oatmeal in the mornings. No laughter. No joy. No symmetry. Ellie’s life is forever scattered. Beaten to death until she’s leaking venomous, black blood.

There’s a man that keeps staring at her with pity: familiarity crushes her every time they lock eyes. She kind of remembers him. Somewhat. She almost forgot her shoes before coming here. He seems more upset than her. At least externally; Ellie’s rotting from the inside. 

Her mother’s chamber is completely submerged underneath dirt within the next few hours. The man from earlier is much closer now. 

She jumps when he whispers, 

I owed your mom a favor. 

OCTOBER, 2009

Ellie hates Joel. Hates her mother for leaving her with him. Hates herself for not being able to save her from the claws of addiction. 

Joel’s home is always silent during the day. He gave Ellie the grace of letting her stay home until the Spring, but it’s too quiet. Music never plays and they never talk, and it’s driving her to madness. The silence makes her itch. 

Until the sun sets. 

She already has trouble sleeping. Her insomnia combined with the thunderous clanking that blares from the garage every night is enough to get her sobbing into her pillow until the sun rises the next morning. One night, the noise had gotten so uncontrollably loud that Ellie barged into the garage to shout every curse she recalled her mom screaming into the phone before bedtime.

She didn't expect, however, to see Joel’s legs extended out from underneath her mom’s wrecked ‘57 Chevrolet. Ellie could hear him grunting as cranking and banging of metal took over the space. 

… What are you doing? 

Joel rolls out from beneath the car on a creeper, face confused and smeared with dark sludge. 

Why’re you up? 

It’s loud. She snaps. Why is her car here. 

Joel sighs. Just trying to fix it up. 

For what. Ellie eyes the cracked windshield. She somehow remembers how a rock hit it on the freeway when she was six. Her mom was livid. She can’t drive it anymore. 

Joel’s face twists uncomfortably. It’s almost comical; the seemingly boiling child stands at a whopping four-foot-three with her fists clenched, burning holes through her bright yellow Spongebob pjs. Her glare sharpens when he mumbles, 

Kid… 

So you stole her freaking car? Her eyes swelter, brows hauled downward and hands in fists. He sits up straight, palms up in surrender, wrench in hand. How’d he even get back into their old house?

No, I — He rushes, She asked me to try n’ get it started again. That’s all. I… I shoulda asked you —

Ellie’s not sure why she’s so enraged, but she’s hollering with a pointed index in his direction, berating him, degrading him with sobbed vulgarities. Pushes him hard when he rises to comfort her. Eyes him with so much disdain that he flinches. 

She hates him. She misses her mom. 

The guest room door slammed shut with the click of a lock. She screamed for her mother for hours. Voice shrieking so loud that the neighbors came knocking after the first fifteen minutes. Cops pounded on Joel’s door and proceeded to conduct a wellness check on the household after an hour. 

Their presence made Ellie swallow her scorn. Ellie’s already received a small taste of what it’s like to be in the system. She vowed to never reenter as if her life depended on it. 

NOVEMBER, 2009

Joel made Ellie chocolate chip pancakes for her birthday. 

Breakfast is silent, per usual. Light clinks of utensils on silverware and breathing are the only proof of life in the room. Ellie refuses to touch the squared slices of pineapple. It was her mother’s favorite, despite her complaints of an itchy mouth after every juicy piece. 

Your mom and I… 

Ellie pauses, skeptic eyes connecting with Joel’s. He’s treading light, she can tell. The nerves in his fingers are evident; The sorrow in his eyes suffocates her. Joel’s gaze drops onto his plate at the scrutiny he receives from across the table. 

She’s a good friend of mine, He mutters before his lips turn downward. Was. 

Ellie snorts humorlessly, Way to rub it in. 

Joel’s eyes flutter shut as he sighs, I’m… Sorr—

Were you the one she told? Her tone is sharp. Unforgiving. I heard her on the phone a few days before she did it. 

A storm flurries in the man’s gaze. A familiar one; It’s identical to when she would catch her mother in the middle of night talking to herself with a bottle in her hand. The winds in his pupils take her back to one of the darkest times of Ellie’s life. Maybe they were closer than she assumed. They look identical when they’re guilty. 

I didn’t—

But he did. He’ll never forget being on the other line with Ellie’s mother as she attempted to keep her cries to a minimum. Her croaked wails terrified him. Left wounds in his chest as his heart raced. I can’t do this to her, She’d said, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t! … Please… You owe me…

Joel did what he could over the phone. Made promises to her that he couldn’t keep, reaffirmed how much Ellie loved her. How badly she needed her mother, and eventually eased her sobs into pained whimpers. He believed the calmness she exuded prior to ending the call was a sign of understanding of her importance, but it wasn’t. Her mind and body merely accepted her fate. She was dead two mornings after. 

And Ellie was a witness to it all. 

Ellie’s eyes roll and sickness floods her, so she stands, You’re a liar. When you’re ready to tell the truth… You know where I am. She doesn’t bother to push her chair in, clean her dishes, pause at his calls of her name. Her feet stomp through the hallway, marrow searing beneath her skin. The guest room door slams shut and she breaks, guarded by the plainness of the beige walls while tears flow. 

She knows he knew. Why else would her mother leave her with him? 

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When Ellie got up to use the restroom hours later, she nearly tripped over a teddy bear holding a birthday cake. With candles. She’s never received a gift before. 

She doesn’t tell him that she slept for an hour with it hugged to her chest. 

The noises in the garage halt for a week. Ellie still can’t fall asleep. Joel has the same problem, she’s discovered. She finds him sprawled out on the couch one night, burning holes through the roof with a picture frame in his arms. She watches him silently for some time, perched behind the main wall of the hallway. 

Hey. 

Joel’s acknowledgement earns a gasp followed by scuffling, and he snorts. He sits up and sets the dusty frame on the cushion in front of him, noting how awful Ellie is at hiding; It makes him smile. Barely, but he’s endeared; Her entire arm was exposed. He can even see her duck-shaped slippers from where she’s tucked behind the wall. 

Ellie. 

She doesn’t come out, and he sighs. His heart twists painfully when he hears a wet sniffle. He’s up and moving when a guttural sob echoes from the hallway, crouching down in front of Ellie with her knees squeezed into her heaving chest. Joel’s heart cracks at her flushed cheeks drenched in salt. Talking won’t calm her, he knows it, but he’s unsure of what else to do. Ellie… isn’t an emotional kid, but he hushes her, attempts to cradle, apologizes softly. 

But when her wet eyes pinch open, she unravels and falls into him completely. Her arms squeeze around his neck in a deadly grip and she cries and coughs and whines for her mother. Joel holds her just as tightly as she hangs off him. 

We're gonna be fine, sweetheart. He mumbles, and he feels her head shake in denial, tucked in the crook of his neck. His knees wobble, and a soothing hand rises to caress the back of her head; He's never seen a kid this hopeless. It makes him wonder. 

What the hell did she witness in that house? 

Ellie’s always struggled to fall asleep alone. 

Her need to be coddled to dreamland was always a mystery to her mother. Skin-to-skin was a normal trait for infants, toddlers, maybe even a little over, but at age ten? Eleven, and unable to fall asleep without the feeling or knowledge of a loved one present? There was only one time where she recalled her mother carrying her to her own room to rest, but the second the door clicked shut, she was up. Awake. Alert and exposed to harm. Or, at least that’s what she convinced herself. 

She crawled into her mother’s bed minutes later and snoozed throughout the entire night. She didn’t hear the end of it when the sun rose. 

Joel doesn’t berate her, though. 

I can’t sleep by myself, she’d said to him after she calmed from her breakdown in the living room. They’d sat on the couch as he rubbed a comforting palm down her back, her small ones coming up to wipe her wet cheeks. 

How come? 

She scoffed, Scared of the dark, I guess? I dunno. I just can’t. 

Joel hummed in understanding. 

I’m like that, too. Sometimes. 

Ellie snickered wetly, You’re old, though. It’s not the same. 

Joel scoffed and snatched his hand away in mocked hurt. I’m not old! 

The gray hairs say otherwise! 

That night was the first time they ever laughed together. The first time Ellie laughed since her mother’s death, and it carried on until she knocked out beside him on the couch. 

For Joel, though, he couldn’t rest. Not when Ellie favored his daughter that much. Whenever he feels as though he’s progressing, letting go of grief, something life changing — disastrous — forces him right back to square one. Meeting Ellie was one of those moments. He tried to keep his weeping to a minimum as he held her sleeping form, eyes glued to the picture of him hugging his baby after her first soccer win. 

DECEMBER, 2009

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Ellie’s trapped inside the garage with Joel. 

Watching him tweak her mother’s vehicle has aided her raging boredom… To a certain degree. When he starts getting nerdy and raving about car parts, she tunes him out, despite the slight interest she’s taken with underneath the hood. 

The connecting wires, the bolts, the valves and cranks and this manual makes absolutely zero sense—

Can you stop dillydallyin’ around n’ hand me that? 

Ellie’s gobsmacked reading is paused when she passes Joel the manual, dark sludge-covered hands staining the fading paper. She cringes. 

Ellie watches silently as Joel inspects the contents, nodding to himself as his eyes flicker from the vehicle to the booklet, mapping out his next moves of attack. His eyes sparkle and curiosity sparks in her. 

Did you fix it? 

Joel only murmurs to himself, and Ellie’s eyes roll. She inches closer to him and waves a hand in front of his eyes. Hellooo? Is it gonna start? 

… I think so, kid. His head shakes in disbelief, If I can get that transmission replaced, it might be alright. 

Ellie’s brows furrow… What on earth is a transmission? 

I’ve been workin’ on cars for a while. I can tell you now that finding such an essential part for a model this old is gonna be tough. Might cost me an arm n’ leg. 

Ellie shrugs, You’ll figure it out, old man. 

He stares down at her blankly, Gee, thanks. Hand me that wrench, assistant. 

Ellie mocks glee on her skip to the rolling cart, Gosh golly dang, does this mean I’m hired? 

He jokingly snatches the tool from her extended hand. Little bugger. And just like that, you’re not gettin’ paid. How’s it feel to be outta funds? 

WAAAAAAA—

Ellie’s fake wails earn her a deep holler. 

Ellie oversees Joel until the clock strikes twelve, following his line of vision on every rusted compartment of the vehicle. Stood attentively at his side as he pointed out the carefully crafted machinery, listing their parts despite Ellie’s protest of forgetfulness. There are so many names for everything; Building cars seems so complicated, but curiosity sparks in her. She starts to think: maybe cars aren’t so boring. 

Another sleepless night for the both of them; Might as well commit to movie night. Fireworks are still going off in the small neighborhood hours later. The booming colors in the sky makes Joel's teeth grind. Reminds him of the time he took Sarah to Santa Monica Pier. 

Joel? 

Mhm? 

… What favor did you owe my mom? 

Thickness builds in his throat the second Ellie mentions her. He sets the large bowl of chocolate-doused popcorn onto the coffee table, reaching for the remote to turn the movie down. Not off, down. Ellie hates feeling like she’s being scolded. 

Joel doesn’t look at her, but her eyes are glued on the side of his face. 

Umm… He scratches his face, Did your mom ever mention me to you? Ellie denies with a hum. 

Joel’s mind whirs back to the first time he met Anna: sophomore year. He was exhausted, drained, barely making it, but despite being miserable, he still cared deeply for his education. He studied until his eyes burned, jotted down notes until his hand cramped and the librarian was gently urging him to head home. 

She… We were friends in college. He fonds, We met at an ice cream truck. 

Weird. Ellie notes causally, She hates dairy. 

… Yeah. She does. Joel coughs to mask the brokenness in his voice. 

Anna was… a genius, to put it lightly. Academically gifted to an intimidating degree. Her mind was a camera; She’d scan one excerpt from the thickest novel once and still manage to repeat it word for word years later. They had comms together; Her voice sounded like tweeting birds whenever she recited her prepared speech like it was nothing. She was an emotional speaker, entranced everyone in the room, and always ended with a question that forced students and professors to self-reflect. Joel wouldn’t call it a crush… Merely admiration. Envy. He was motivated whenever he left comms. 

He’ll never forget the image of her, sweating and worn, carrying what seemed like a twenty-pound backpack — all stuffed with calculus books — while ordering a can of Sprite from the humming, beaten down truck. Anna didn’t leave after the vendor handed her the soft drink. She simply turned to Joel, inspected him from head to toe, and turned back to the vendor. 

I’ll cover whatever he gets, too. With a thumb aimed at him. He nearly choked. 

A free snow cone couldn’t halt the racing in his chest. 

I know what you are. 

What, He questioned without a stutter. 

You fix cars? Anna quirked a brow at him. Joel’s brows pull downward. How did she know that? He’s fixed one car since he’s been enrolled. His buddy pulled up in front of his dorm asking for a windshield repair. But he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. I dunno. 

The green-eyed girl scoffs and sips from her nearly emptied can. 

You down to replace a tire? Some jackass thought it would be funny to leave a rusty nail in our parking lot. 

Our. She must have roommates… or lives where he does, he thinks. For how much? Not a beat missed. 

Her shoulders lift, I dunno. How much does a tire cost? 

Depends on the model. What d’you drive?

A chevy. Don’t ask the year, I’m not sure. It was a hand-me-down. 

A slight pause between them before Anna suggests with a sigh,

Come see ‘er. 

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Thar she blows. 

Joel can’t help but snicker at the woman in front of him, posing right next to her teetered vehicle. It’s quite charismatic; the bright pink bumper stickers, the crisp turquoise paint job, the slight scratch on the trunk. It’s nice. Classically vintage; it suits her. 

A beauty, he notes with his eyes locked onto Anna’s. She gives a hum in agreement. 

Revive her, if ya don’t mind. I’m desperate and can’t sue, so. Joel nods and inspects the damage on her tire. The air is nearly fully gone, and it’s making her drive slump. 

Tire shouldn’t be more than thirty-five… Gonna have to head home for some stuff. Willing to wait an hour? When he turns to her, they’re shoulder to shoulder. 

Anna smirks, Whatever you need, mechanic. 

My dad, Joel corrects, He taught me the basics when I was like… twelve. 

Her voice lowers, Good on him… Earned me a discount, eh? A hand claps down on his shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze, and he revs to life. 

He swears the tips of his ears are red hot, Sure… minus that deposit. I needa twenty for emotional damages. 

Fuck off. Her eyes are soft, Might never go to the shop again. You’re officially my car fixer-upper. Fuck these grease-balls n’ their price spikes. 

Joel snorts, You get into that many goddamn accidents? 

She leans in closer, and his throat closes. Slams shut. Turns to dust. 

You’ll find out, mechanic.

That’s why you’re spending so much time on it, Ellie notes at Joel’s retelling before a harsh gasp escapes her. Dude, were you in love with my mom or somethin’?

The man stutters and coughs, No — what? I told you she was a frien—

Ellie snickers with a judgmental point, Yeaaah, yeaaah, I know how these things go. You sucker! 

What the hell — I’m not a sucker… And what things—

Anna and Joeeel sitting in a tree! — 

A pillow smacks Ellie dead in the face, and she topples over in cackles. Joel rubs deep in his temples. Ellie would’ve loved Sarah. Two little bullies who feast on his suffering. 

No more storytelling. I’m going to bed. 

You can’t! Remember? Ellie hollers as tears fall from her eyes. She coos at Joel when he lifts himself off the couch and down the hall, trying to mask his small smile. 

Aww! C’mon, old man, it was a joke! 

I can’t wait for you to go back to school, ya vermin! 

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An exhausted Ellie creeps into Joel’s room half an hour later. She sighs in relief when she doesn’t hear snoring. Her mom was the worst when she was tired. She tiptoes across the carpeted floors until she’s in front of the unoccupied side of the mattress, stealthily adjusting the blankets and pulling back the sheets. 

She slowly manages to tuck herself in, fixing the pillows so her head rests on the cold side of the case, exhaling happily at the warmth defrosting her limbs. 

The second she dozed off, she yanked to consciousness by raspy sarcasm. Her eyes roll underneath her lids.

You can’t, either. Joel croaks, Remember?

JANUARY, 2010

Five days until school. Five days until misery. Five days until… strangers. Ellie’s skin crawls whenever she thinks about being an enclosed space with snot-nosed boys and soggy lunches. 

And math… Gross. 

Joel has been more than willing to postpone Ellie’s enrollment whenever she becomes anxious, but she always denies his requests. She’s grown to like Joel, but… he’s not the best teacher, especially social studies. Reviewing one of her old packets nearly gave him an aneurysm. She can’t afford to be homeschooled by him. 

What's been the best distraction from her impending doom? 

Binge watching Cars for the billionth time… And helping Joel patch up that blue Chevy. 

They celebrated their first victory last night for repairs, at least: Joel stuck and twisted the key to start up the engine, and it managed to stutter to life. For less than five seconds. The headlights barely came on and an old Foreigner record broke through the crackly speaker. They rejoiced with the brightest smiles as their hands slapped the dashboard before the vehicle crashed out once more. 

A glimmer of hope. A chance for reconnection. Anna’s sending them messages. The joy in that car shifted to grievance; Joel had to cradle Ellie in his lap as she wept into his shoulder. 

But there’s hope. Ellie wanted nothing more than to get this car working after that. Duty calls, though, and the alarm’s coming from a backpack. 

You got this, kid. Stop stressin’. 

Ellie, without a doubt in her mind, does not got this. 

Screaming children, muddy slides, bloody band aids; they’re all on the other side of that office door. Her worst nightmare has come to life, and she desires nothing more than to hide out in her mom’s car forever. The bag strapped around her shoulders matches the weight of a body. She refuses to let go of Joel’s hand as he speaks with the giggly receptionist who’s too happy to see him (what the hell), but it's okay; he’s holding hers just as tightly. Just as paranoid, apparently. 

She’ll be with Mrs. Lawson for the remainder of the year. Ellie hears the receptionist say over her pounding heart, She’s incredible! I’m sure they'll develop an amazing bond. 

Ellie’s palms are sweltering. Joel must feel it because his thumb nuzzles into her wrist. She’s not built for this. Maybe returning so soon wasn’t a great idea. She can’t do this without her mom. 

Cool backpack, Spidey, is said from behind her, and she stiffens instantly. 

She has a Spider-man backpack. 

Hush. An older man’s voice replies. Sounds strained. Stressed, but he only receives a light snicker from her in return. 

Ellie watches with squinted eyes as a young girl gets escorted towards the front of the office by… the principal, she assumes? He seems fancy in his suit slacks. 

You stay right here until I get your uncle on the phone, The suited man is stern towards the girl, who plops down on one of the waiting chairs. Backpack and all, You can explain to him how you swore at a teacher. I’m not dealing with this from you today. 

M’kay, Mr. Harris. 

Ellie observes the entire scene indiscreetly. Her stares are obvious, glued to the clearly agitated dean who stomps into his office. 

Where’d you get your backpack? 

Ellie’s stunned at your sudden whisper. She shocks herself when she quietly stutters,

Um… Walmart? 

You smile, I like it. I want one. 

Ellie simply nods, but gets paused before she can redirect her attention to Joel. 

Are you new? Your voice grows quieter when you look over your shoulder. Right at the principal’s door. I am, too. I just moved schools. 

This shocks the brunette. The new year just started, and you're already locked in the office with evidently angry staff. 

Yeah… I’m new. 

Something in your grin shifts. Ellie’s nails lock into Joel’s hand. … Interesting— 

Young lady! Did Mr. Harris give you permission to speak? 

You audibly ponder like the attendance clerk asked you to solve a riddle. 

No, ma’am. I apologize. 

Then hush. Not another word. 

Ellie watches you fold your hands politely, twiddling your thumbs. Your eyes don’t leave her backpack. 

Ready, kiddo? 

Her eyes finally reconnect with Joel’s, encouraging and chocolate, and she nods. He guides her to the office exit where her new life resides. Before their departure, she can’t help but take one last respectful glance over her shoulder. She finds you staring with a quirked lip and your wrist outstretched like your shooting spider webs at her. Ellie jerks her head forward and releases the breath she’s been holding. 

What a weirdo. 

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Do u know any good mob psycho 100 fanfics?? Or authors??

well obviously my sister but I’m guessing you’re the same anon so 1) you already know her fics 2) you want different recs from what’s on her list (some of them being fics I rec’d to her lol). recs will skew heavily seri/rei and I’m just going through my bookmarks so it’s gonna be most recently read to oldest read. also seconding sister’s recs of bobmoss and crookedturtle. but I’ll add a fic from each anyway because I already wrote something for one while I was drafting this (oops)

Recollection by CowardlyBean

This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note

gen, experimental and in progress at 14k so definitely deserves more love than it’s getting. inspired by house of leaves; as the summary says, it’s some rando writing annotations about reigen’s journal, but Something Weird Is Going On. the 4th chapter updated so I actually need to catch up. also, sister rec’d this fic to me

Like Acid Reflux, or Love by partingxshot

Dating Reigen is like dating a single dad—only with more children, weirder scruples, and an extreme ruthlessness vis-à-vis group takoyaki discounts. He's not hot enough for this.

OR: "Me, You and Steve" by Garfunkel and Oates but with fifteen million teenagers.

OR: Outsider POV exploring Reigen’s dedication to his gaggle of bizarre children through an ill-fated dating attempt.

OR: Serizawa gets bruxism.

gen(/pre-relationship seri/rei), oneshot, 7k. oc/reigen breakup lmao. extremely funny concept, extremely good execution

Dream Dial by Alakazamboni

For the better part of nine years, Arataka has proudly worked in customer service at a behemoth of a company. At least, that's what he remembers, but a strange illness and a mysterious caller keeps trying to convince him otherwise. It doesn't help that this caller has the power to distort reality.

seri/rei, in progress, 16k. great uncanny atmosphere, and also reigen is trapped in time prison as a miserable office worker. hasn’t been updated for a while but read it anyway, the stoping point is fine

What We Make by crookedturtle

Reigen and Tome are kidnapped from the Spirits and Such office to be used as leverage against Mob. They have two goals: to contact the outside world, and keep each other safe. In doing so they engage in a dangerous game of lies and manipulation with their captors—a game with potentially deadly consequences.

gen (bg seri/rei), complete, 36k. Good for whump and high stakes interpersonal maneuvering & drama. I liked how the story extends beyond rescue and goes into how everyone navigates the fallout

Man's Best Friend by bobmoss

A cursed dog gets left at Spirits and Such. Anyone who pets it is doomed to die a horrible death.

Reigen, of course, pets it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. funny and cute and sweet :) there’s a very charming tentative & tender vibe

heart line by ruthwrites

It doesn’t really matter, he reminds himself. He’s making a change, just like all of Reigen’s clients. What’s on his hands isn’t set in stone. He just has to make sure Reigen doesn’t see it— even if it might feel nice to have that steady attention, Reigen’s hands that are so much nicer than Serizawa’s folding around his.

(or: Reigen starts offering palm readings as a service, leading to Serizawa having to confront his feelings for his boss.)

seri/rei, oneshot, 6k. getting together fluff, a fun light read that also highlights serizawa’s insecurities—the internal narration has good character voice

If you won't believe me when I say it, believe me when I don't by deathdefied

Two years after Reigen invited Serizawa to work for him, he still can't quite categorize his feelings for his coworker. Instead of actually dealing with those feelings like an adult and talking to his friend, he decided to get really paranoid and overthink everything Serizawa does.

seri/rei, complete, 26k. reigen drives himself nuts lmao

Obvious by skeilig

Tome’s perspective on Reigen and Serizawa’s developing relationship.

gen (but about seri/rei), oneshot, 3k. I like outsider perspective getting together fics, especially when the perspective character is like ‘I’m actually not invested in this except when it affects me directly’

Cover Me by flecksofpoppy

Reigen’s shadow seems longer as the days move forward, more solitary. The cuts on his face heal and the ache in his bones go away, but a new sting replaces it. It’s loneliness, the thing he had managed to avoid ever since a primary school-aged kid who could make cups float stumbled into his office so many years ago.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. getting together fic that shows off a little of reigen’s gloomier side, it’s cute

loved you just a little too much by shcherbatskayas

You learn how to let go.

(It doesn't come naturally.)

gen(ish), oneshot, 2k. 2nd person character study of serizawa’s relationship with touichiro, I liked the ambivalence; effectively captures development over time with a relatively short wordcount.

offering genuine help with genuine results by suitablyskippy

“The curse was pretty clear on me not telling lies,” concedes Reigen. “It was pretty clear on me telling the truth. But,” as he lifts one finger, already sliding into the same educational tone he generally uses for imparting wisdom to Mob about life and love and the overall holistic benefits of making sure he’s always available for unexpected overtime work on weekends, “telling the truth isn’t necessarily the same as being honest, is it?”

“You’re the professional liar,” says Dimple. “You tell me.”

(Being cursed to only tell the truth and being cursed with Dimple as an employee are pretty much equally bad, as far as Reigen's stress levels are concerned.)

gen, oneshot, 2k. the tags include friends with no benefits whatsoever, which is very apt. Very funny to have reigen and dimple be petty and shady

a slightly more miraculous miracle by suitablyskippy

“Rumour has it that something impossible’s happened. Something that could never have happened. That shouldn’t have been able to happen.” In a single slick move Mezato produces a tiny voice recorder from an inside pocket, flips it open and active, and holds it up before Mob’s mouth to ask him, in a tone of devastating intensity: “Do you know anything about… a miracle, Mob-kun?”

Mob doesn’t hesitate. “We had maths homework to hand in,” he says. “But now we don’t have to. We don’t even have to go to the lesson.”

(The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Salt Middle School has been closed by an unexplained miracle, and the only thing wrong in Spice City is the fact that nothing is even slightly wrong at all.)

teru/mob, incomplete, 55k. for the most part I haven’t been repeating authors on this list, but listen. listen to me. I need you to listen. it is extremely unlikely for this fic to ever be completed. but hark, lest this sad probability turn you away and leave you dispassionately scrolling to the next fic, I need you (you specifically) to know that if I were in the same room as you, I would be wrestling the phone/mouse/trackpad/touchscreen/etc from your hands and furiously clicking the link. when I bookmarked this fic in 2017 I described it as having “some breathtakingly sensical prose and the funniest misunderstandings I’ve ever read”. trust me from seven years ago. open your heart.

skylight by inexhaustible

unconnected snapshots in what might, in some worlds, be something a little like recovery.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. character study that nails the tension of an escalating romantic atmosphere.

come on, come on, come over (take it off your shoulder) by mortarsmayfall

Reigen's free hand cradles Serizawa's head, curled under his ear just so to turn it for a better angle. He feels his pulse pound under Reigen's fingers, shivers just the slightest bit. If Reigen notices, he doesn't say anything about it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. when I first read this I saved it as a private bookmark because I was so embarrassed by the sheer intimacy of haircuts with severely unresolved sexual tension. I’m guessing this was written after studio bones gave us reigen cutting serizawa’s hair. crumbs no more; for once we had a feast to enjoy. short & sweet getting together fic

Off-White by reigreitz

Some habits are tells.

seri/rei, oneshot, 1k. snapshots of pre-relationship and established relationship scenes, I’m quite fond of it. on my first reading I’m pretty sure I remember not paying attention to the habit piece at all (even with it being right in the summary) so at the last scene I was hit by the double whammy of ‘oh so that was what serizawa was reacting to’ and ‘AW… THAT’S SWEET…’; I think the fic does a great job of hiding/not acknowledging certain things the perspective character knows and is reacting to, which makes it fun to reread and pinpoint what exactly serizawa’s previously more opaque train of thought was. like, it’s the same stuff, but you get to read into more nuance.

the seven stages of falling in love by reigen arataka by matsunoble

You suppose one of the weirdest times to realize you've fallen deeply and irrevocably in love is when it's fuck o'clock in the morning and you're blearily checking your fridge for leftover curry.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. I was quite taken by the mundane (and sometimes unappealing) descriptions of love, and I like when serizawa has the upper hand

Mr. Psychic by beefstatic

Looks like trouble in Spice City...

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. Serizawa Acts Like An Intimidating Bodyguard During Tense/Shady Situations. fun emphasis on that potential aspect of his character, I like how it’s done.

Late by hamlingo

For the first few days after hiring Serizawa, Reigen couldn’t help but be alarmed when the door opened at eight o’clock sharp in the mornings. He got used to it eventually, and in a month’s time he was more surprised when the door didn’t creak open right on time.

This was one of those mornings.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. this is actually among the first seri/rei fics I bookmarked so I can say with relative certainty that on may 20th 2017 I decided that maybe seri/rei was not just a joke of me indulging my own spurious unreasonable whims. fun character study and has that enjoyable tension of pleasant pre-relationship uncertainty.

Quiet Talks by krypkaktus

At some point, Reigen cutting his hair twice a month had turned into a mutual habit.

seri/rei, oneshot, 600 words. another charming snapshot of pre-relationship uncertainty, pleasantly embarrassing unresolved romantic tension.

walk in by ruthwrites

It was then he realized that the reason Reigen and Serizawa were standing so close was because they were kissing.

Mob was not really sure what to do with that information.

(or: mob leaves something at the office, comes back, and walks into something he wasn't supposed to)

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. an extremely popular fic for extremely valid reasons, this is a shining example of the outsider POV shipfic where the perspective character is like. I’m 14 and did not want to see you guys kissing. and the couple is like. we also did not want you to see us kissing, this is excruciatingly awkward.

tomorrow isn't always another day by suitablyskippy

It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. ���Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

“Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

(There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

gen, oneshot, 18k. I didn’t mean to rec the same author three (3) times but this is also one of my top faves. extremely funny time prison where nobody is on the same page ever.

space voyage by Anonymous

Tome Kurata is slightly famous—or notorious, more like—for being... a weirdo, to put it simply. She's definitely a person of interest. Just not exactly in a newsworthy way, which is obviously the only way that matters.

mezato/tome, oneshot, 1k. charming pre-relationship contention, they’re the same type of self-absorbed and tunnel vision (affectionate)

I was thinking of not writing up recs for sister’s fics but since one author got three (3) fics on the list I’m gonna also put 3 of my fave fics of sister’s

Reigen's Comprehensive Fool-Proof Guide on How Not To Be Next Door Neighbors With Your Employee (because that'd just be creepy) by MalkyTop

Reigen hires Serizawa and they somehow end up as roommates.

seri/rei, complete, 17k. a fic sister wrote for ✨ME✨ that shows off reigen’s neuroticism and his decidedly not-normal attempts to come across as Extremely Normal, The Most Normal Man Alive. there are so many comedic setups and payoffs. there are so many shenanigans. reigen gets frog-boiled into romance. actually, I drop that term a lot but I’m not sure it’s a common enough to intuitively understand. it refers to the boiling frog metaphor

If At First You Don't Succeed, Find a Loophole by MalkyTop

Reigen keeps dying; Serizawa keeps trying to save him.

seri/rei, complete, 18k. sister was insane for this because she trapped all of her readers AND herself in time prison by releasing one chapter a day. it was really funny to witness because I was the only person not in time prison by virtue of editing privilege. while we were watching mondays: see you next week (an office time loop movie), sister was saying she was impressed at how effective/efficient the movie was at picking which scenes to repeat. this is to say, as someone who notices these details, sister was very intentional about when things changed and how things changed from the perspective of a character completely unaware of time prison. also, the emotional momentum is extremely good, I loved reading serizawa’s increasing desperation from reigen’s context-less perspective.

in absentia* by MalkyTop

After what was supposed to be a routine exorcism, Reigen wakes up in the wrong body.

serirei, complete, 26k. slowburn bodyswap with mystery and intrigue. a solid casefic! I can be biased and right. there are metanarrative elements that I find fun and that, in my opinion, highlights how sister did in fact get a degree in philosophy. there’s also some fun subtle and messy characterization notes, like when serizawa asks reigen not to cook for him. it’s hard to talk about what I like about this fic without giving away a lot of specifics, so go read it.

[fluentmoviequoter]

hi!! i love ur dalton fics and i was wondering if you could write one based before the red door where dalton and the reader are child hood friends and they are in high school. maybe some angst along with it 🫶🫶

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm glad you love them!! Ask for angst, and angst you shall receive! Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about this one so I may revisit this request and try again later (the title is the only thing I'm sure I like). I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted though! :)

Warnings: angst, references some of the events of Insidious (2010). 1.0k+ words.

Beg You to Stay, Push Me Away

You wait for Dalton by his locker, one of your many traditions since starting high school. You have known Dalton for most of his life, and the time taken from you during his coma only strengthened your relationship.

“Morning, sunshine,” you call as Dalton approaches.

He smiles when he sees you, shaking his head fondly. “You’re too energetic.”

“Perhaps it is you that is not energetic enough, D-Dog.”

Dalton turns to you, his fingers freezing halfway through his combination. “What did you call me?”

“I was trying something. Didn’t work.”

Dalton shakes his head again, chuckling at your antics. He finishes what he’s doing, then gestures for you to lead the way.

“Ten bucks says our English prompt is romance-related,” Dalton proposes.

“Oh, I’ll take that deal. There’s no way it’s not something historical.” Dalton extends his hand, and you shake it once before entering the classroom.

“Nice of you to join us,” your teacher says, looking at the clock, “twelve seconds before the bell rings.”

“We aim to please,” you respond as you sit behind Dalton.

“Today you will write a page about where you plan to go to college and why,” your English teacher announces.

Dalton turns to you and shakes his head in defeat, mouthing, “Tie?”

You nod, and he smiles before turning back around. As you write, you remember the conversations you and Dalton had as a kid about being together forever, even in college. The moment you decided to sacrifice your Ivy League hopes in exchange for a life with your best friend.

“Your time is up, turn them in and start reading chapter 6 while I grade them,” your teacher says.

Dalton stands, allows you to walk by him, and follows you to the desk.

“I’ll give you two peas in a pod a pass if these papers are the same.” When you sit back down, Dalton turns to you again. The teacher doesn’t care this time; no one reads while she grades.

“Why would they be the same?”

“Because we’re going to the same school,” you answer with a laugh. Dalton still looks confused. “Remember? We’ve said for years we had to stay close.”

“I don’t remember that. Besides, I want to go to art school.”

Dozens of questions float through your mind, but your teacher interrupts the conversation.

“We’ll talk later,” Dalton whispers as he turns.

Dalton doesn’t remember some things before his coma, but this conversation has happened many times. As the class ends, you walk out before Dalton has packed his things, unsure if you want to talk to him.

“Hey, why’d you leave so fast?” Dalton asks as he sits beside you in the next class.

“I had to go to the bathroom first,” you answer, not looking up from your notebook.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

Dalton tries to talk to you several more times before lunch, but you tell him you’re busy or can’t hear, even raising your hand and asking to go to the nurse once. He knows you’re upset but isn’t sure if it’s because he doesn’t remember a conversation or art school.

Standing at your locker before lunch, you jump when someone leans against the locker beside yours.

“What did I do?” Dalton asks. “And don’t make up another excuse not to talk to me.”

You sigh and push a notebook into your locker with too much force.

“Nothing, Dalton, I’m just tired, I think.”

“You weren’t tired earlier. I’m sorry that I forgot our conversation about college.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you say, smiling as you close your locker.

“Then what is the problem?”

“Um, can we just talk later?”

Dalton swallows harshly and nods. “I’ll see you in history.”

“Have fun at art,” you reply.

Just as this morning, you wait for Dalton as school ends. You plan to tell him that it hurt your feelings he forgot something important to you.

“Hey.” Dalton smiles as he walks to you. “Want to see what I drew in art?”

“Sure, but in a minute? Can we talk first?”

“Of course.”

You wait until students have cleared out for some privacy before you begin talking.

“So… My feelings were hurt, and I reacted childishly, and I’m sorry.”

“I hurt your feelings?” Dalton asks quietly, stepping closer.

“You forgot about going to college together.” You shrug.

“I’m sorry. I- When did we talk about it?”

“When didn’t we, Dalton? We’ve talked about it pretty much every back-to-school season since kindergarten.”

“Oh. Um, yeah. Where did we want to go? Somewhere with an art program, I hope.” Dalton laughs at his last sentence, and you realize he doesn’t care as much as you do.

“How long have you wanted to go to art school?”

“As long as I can remember.”

You nod and pull on your fingers. “I just don’t understand how you forgot something so important.”

“Going to the same college is that important?”

“I thought so.”

“I mean, it’s the twenty-first century, we could video chat and text every day, that way we could both chase our dreams,” Dalton argues.

“And what if staying close, going to the same college, was my dream?” You ask, hoping that you don’t start crying.

“Then you can go to the same school as me. But I found an art program that’s my dream.”

You take a deep breath, now trying not to yell. “Forget it, Dalton.”

“You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day and now you just want me to ‘forget it’? Over a stupid college decision?”

“No! What was stupid was being so willing to throw away an Ivy League education to follow you. Do whatever you want!”

“I will! I’m going to art school, no matter the sacrifices.”

“You know what, Dalton, I hope you get into that art school. And I hope we end up on opposite sides of the world. And maybe someday you will realize that the people closest to you didn’t deserve to be pushed so far.”

You walk out, slamming the door, and Dalton’s mind flashes to a different door.

[jjsstars]

stancyweek2024: day 6, au’s

|| for @echoing-oursong event

|| tags: college au! + engaged au!

“How much longer do you think we should wait to tell everyone we’re engaged?” Nancy turns onto her stomach on the bed beside Steve, placing her chin on his chest and grinning when he wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“Mm I was thinking we tell them the night of the wedding.” He tries to sound serious while saying it but Nancy just gives him an unimpressed look despite her smirk.

“No way, my mom would kill me. Maybe we should have a big dinner and get it over with all at once?” Hopefully then they’ll avoid the inevitable arguments about who they told first being their favorite- Steve already had to restrain himself from telling Robin before he even proposed.

“That works, but we can’t fit everyone in here.” Steve’s eyes track around the studio apartment they have, there’s no way they’d even be able to fit just the party in here never mind all the other people too.

“We can bring Chestnut down to Joyce’s place.” The dog that’s currently curled up at Steve’s feet doesn’t move an inch hearing his name. It might’ve been a slightly impulse and irresponsible decision to buy a dog while they’re both still in college and only have this apartment as their house but the couple couldn’t resist seeing the box of five dollar puppies in the window of the pet store. They’re not immune to puppy dog eyes, sue them.

“Hopper will love that.” The chief isn’t the biggest dog person after fighting one too many demadogs.

“Okay then Eddie and Robin’s place.” Those two living together in a trailer across from Wayne’s has got to be absolute chaos and Steve would be lying if he didn’t say he wasn’t a small bit glad to miss it. He likes how peaceful and tranquil him and Nancy living together has been.

“Won’t Karen be mad we aren’t staying at hers?” Nancy grimaces at the thought of bringing Steve to the Wheeler household for an extended stay, one night is plenty family time for her and she grew up there.

“What about your old house? Doesn’t your dad still own it?” About the only time Steve hears from his father is to check if the house is still standing and if the electric bill has gone up, Steve isn’t even sure if he knows that Steve moved all the way to New York and hasn’t stepped foot in that house in over a year.

“He has cleaners come every week but other than that it’s empty so… we could crash there.” They could live there if they really wanted.

“Perfect. We can have dinner at my parents, break the news, then run back to your house when they all get too much.” Wedding planning is going to be an entire thing, Nancy can feel it, between Joyce and Karen and then Robin, El, and Max, it’ll be a long process.

“We’re only staying a week, how bad can it get?” The second it leaves Steve’s mouth he regrets it, he loves all of them to death but sometimes all of them at once can get to be too much, even for him.

“Don’t jinx us. We still have to tell them we want to get married outside and not in a church, my mom might break down.” Steve laughs lightly and brushes his hand through Nancy’s hair to move it away from her face.

“Hey we could elope right here in New York and really shock them.”

“That might cause another ‘earthquake’ in Hawkins.”

[generational-atrophy]

this is very random, but what about the hetalia main eight where their s/o has a dog/cat(ur choice). And the dog/cat is very friendly and loving towards the s/o but not them(it acts cold and sort of just doesnt like them), like how would they react to that?(u dont have to do this if u dont want to its really dumb lmao, either way have a good day)

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) S/O’s pet dislikes them.

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N this is a cute request. … .. . ouppy and kitty!!! Sorry this is shorter idk:

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

“What, don’t they like me? I didn’t do anything wrong…”

Alfred really cannot tell when animals like or dislike him. To be fair, he’s like that with humans too… but with animals, he just assumes they all love him.

But he’s also not great at being incredibly gentle with them. If you want him to stop riling up your animals you’ve got to just tell him outright.

After that, he’ll just try to bribe them with treats. If he can be bought with food, surely your pet can too. Actually, him and your pet are similar in a lot of ways…

You can literally see how hard it is for him to resist petting them (especially if it’s a dog… he loves dogs so much,) but he’ll wait until they come to him first.

“Alright well… these things can take time I suppose. They’ll like me eventually, right?”

Arthur doesn’t take it personally. He’s had a lot of animals of his own, and they’ve all hated him at the start as well. He’ll just be patient.

 But also all the pets he’s had before have been like… sheep or rats so he’s not sure how to handle your more average pets. Hopefully they don’t care if he doesn’t pet them a lot.

He says he doesn’t care that much, but you’ve also caught him sneaking your pet little pieces of dinner (he’s nearly as bad as Alfred!)

In general, he doesn’t care much for most animals, but he absolutely adores yours. The first time they act affectionately towards him, he immediately calls you excitedly.

“Aw, why are you running away? I will just catch you again!”

He’s definitely taking it a little personally. He hasn’t had a lot of pets that weren’t birds so he’s not used to normal animal affection. He definitely needs assurance from you that they’ll love him eventually…

But until then, he’s just gonna force your pet to be around him. Even if they hate it, he’s gonna be super affectionate. 

Hopefully they don’t get too pissed off about it. It breaks his heart just a little that they won’t reciprocate. They like you and not him?!

Once they finally do, he nearly bursts into tears. He takes about a million photos and immediately sends all of them to you.

“Aiyah! Fine, then I do not like you either. Even when you’re so cute…”

Yao has lots of pets himself. That love he has for you absolutely extends to your animals. When they don’t love him back, well, he has nothing but time!

A lot of the time, he’ll just sit next to them, trying to get them more comfortable. He would never force them to be affectionate with him, even though he just wants to grab them and squeeze them-

Once they start crawling in his lap on their own volition, he’s cuddling with them all the time! If your pets weren’t spoiled before, they will be now.

“Y/N, can’t you make them like me? It makes me feel bad…”

Ivan is used to rejection, but not rejection from something so adorable! He takes it very personally… he’ll act like he’s not upset but he really is. After all, your pets are important to you, so he’ll have to love them too

He doesn’t know how to make them warm up to him, so he just tries everything at once. This of course… does not work. Which probably only makes him more upset

But once you tell him to just leave them alone, he listens. Soon enough your pet will be crawling all over him, and he’ll be losing his mind about it. Animals have never liked him before, but just like you, your pet is finally an exception.

“Come here little kit- Ouch! Why would you hurt me when I’m trying to love you?!”

Just like he is with you, Feliciano is not familiar with “taking it slow.” As soon as he can, he tries grabbing and playing with your pet. If they resist, he’ll be a little hurt.

He’s much better with cats than he is with dogs. If you have a cat, he’ll try playing with them and laying next to them whenever he can. If you have a dog, he’ll ask to take it on walks just the two of them.

Considering how lovable he is, surely your pet will warm up quickly. And when they do, he couldn’t be more ecstatic.

“Oh no, did I do something wrong? They don’t seem to like me very much…”

Considering how many dogs Ludwig has had, he’s really not used to this. Animals tend to love him on sight, so he’s not sure how to proceed from there.

So, he researches. Soon you’ll see him just hanging out around them, trying to get them more comfortable. Plus, he’ll buy lots of treats he’s sure they’ll like. Anything to get them loving him as quick as possible.

And once they do, that pet is as important to him as it is to you. Even if things were awkward at the start.

“Ah. That’s too bad. Maybe they will warm up to me later.”

Frankly, Kiku does not care that much. He won’t take it personally. He knows that most animals (... and many people) can find him hard to warm up to. But your pet will be seeing him a lot, so it will be fine in the long run.

If he buys your pet anything, it’s not to manipulate them into liking him or anything. He just thinks your pet is super cute and deserves it.

When they do finally come to him, he’s super excited. Even though he doesn’t seem like it. He’ll call you into the room and then just point at your pet like “!!!” After that, that animal is getting all the love and affection he can possibly give.

[duckingwriting]

Manuscript Search Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @writernopal and you can find her post here.

I'm no pressure tagging @oh-no-another-idea, @mariahwritesstuff, @author-a-holmes, @wildswrites and leaving an open tag for the words: Hey, incident, charge, leash.

My words are savor, energy, camp, and fortune

CW/TW before each snip -

Snips bellow the cut!

Savor Unsavory

ALRIGHT! You know what you did? Picked the one word I apparently never use? I had to dig through my folder of 'will get back too eventually....maybe..." WIPs to find anything close to savor. AHHH!

This is form who's working title is Dogs of the Past, CW/TW: Slut shaming, body image issues,

“But I can’t! What if…what if he doesn’t love me?” Teddy buried her face in her hands as she whispered. “I’d like to think we’re friends now, I don’t want to ruin that. And just look at me!” “I see you, but I don’t see anything wrong other than the dirt now on your nose.” Haley used the weed in her hand to smack Teddy’s hands lightly. “Haley, you’ve seen the women Gunner visits. They’re best friends. How could Victor ever be interested in me with those…those…those things so willing to do…things?” “First of all the words you were looking for are whores and sex not things.” Harley watched in amusement as embarrassment danced in Teddy’s eyes. “Second of all, Victor rarely joined Gunner in his…unsavory hobbies. Sure he goes clubbing but rarely does he indulge.” “But…” “No buts. Teddy, honey, you need to grow a pair and go talk with the meathead not me.” Haley shook a weed at Teddy before tossing it into the pile to the side of the garden. “Okay…but a pair of what?” Teddy blinked up at Haley as the other woman sighed and shook her head. The woman was more sheltered than Haley thought anyone had the right to be.

Energy

From an unnamed fated mates werewolf story CW/TW - none for this one

Jack ran xirs fingers through xirs hair before rubbing xirs face in the hopes that it would chase the sleep away. Xe had spent most of the afternoon with Sarah. Sarah was fun, but Jack had already known that. They had been sharing a dorm for months by now and had been getting along. Even with Jack knowing that half Sarah's interest in xem was stemmed from wanting to know her brother's mate. Wanting to give John information on his mate who they had thought was just a human. But the woman was a lot of energy and at the moment Jack's own energy level was short. Xe wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep  for an extended period of time. Xe thought maybe a year would work. At one point xe would have said nothing was more exhausting than finals week. But xe was wondering if xe needed to rethink that assessment. One afternoon with Sarah showing xem around the pack house and xe was ready to reevaluate everything xe had ever thought about finals work load. Xe had managed to sneak away from the energetic woman, xe was not sure if xe should go to the room xe would be sharing with John or not. Xe chewed on xirs lip standing at the bottom of the stairs. Xe hated feeling uncertain, xe had managed to make every decision in xirs life confidently before. But finding xirs mate had never been part of xirs life plan. Especially not one who was an alpha of his own pack. 

Camp

From the unnamed Robin Hood Gay Fantasy Western that really needs a title because I'm running out of time - CW/TW: none

"How are you feeling?" Robin's voice came from over his shoulder but Phil did not lift his gaze from the fire. "Like someone tried to hang me out to dry." Phil grumbled. Will had not fought hard to provide him with medical care when Phil was glaring daggers at everyone. Tuck had not backed down though, so Phil had been forced to sit and let the preacher dress his wounds. He had not moved from the spot he had been led to since coming to the camp. He half expected to be tied and questioned but so far no one had moved to do anything more than release Nix who had settled down at his side after scenting him almost aggressively. Phil had not wanted to admit how thankful he was to see the stubborn beast alive. Injured yes, but they had been cared for. So she would be fine.  "That's not funny." Robin's voice was tight as he moved to sit beside the other man. "You nearly were hung."

Fortune Unfortunately

Apparently this is another word I don't use often, but I got one close in a current WIP sooo...

From the Jur-ass-ic series, specifically You Spino Me Right Round(god I'm bad at names) CW/TW: Sex...adjacent...It's thought about but not in too much detail, gore, eating people, POV of a non-human creature

Vitale stared down at the strange soft creature he had found in his territory. The second one he had seen. Tegid's mate was the first. She was soft and would have been an easy meal. Staring down at the lanky creature that had attempted to run from him, Vitale  could not help but feel that this one too would have made very easy prey. Unfortunately for Vitale's stomach he could not bring himself to eat this one. Unlike the female that would have been a wonderful and easy snack, this one was his mate. Vitale felt a strong warning growl rise in his chest at the thought. Warning any and all other predators away. He wanted it known that if anyone dared to enter his territory. Dared to challenge him and his mate, he would kill them. He would rip them apart and devour their entrails. Or maybe he would offer them to his mate instead. Leaning down he scooped the small creature into his arms and frowned in confusion. This creature was far weaker and softer than Tegid's mate had been. He leaned in and inhaled the scent of the creature. Perhaps he was mistaken? It was unthinkable for him to have a fated mate that was weak. But he held the creature in his arms. His scent curling into his lungs and stroking his desire while his cock throbbed at the thought of how he could change his mate's scent from the bitter scent of fear that still covered him to the heavy scent of arousal. Then he thought about his mate being exposed to anyone who would walk by and another growl vibrated the air around them.

[devilsrecreation]

Gerald Teeth headcanons pt. 2 AKA Gerald lore

In addition to being talkative in his youth, Gerald was known for having an extended vocabulary, using big words for the simplest things. When he got older, he noticed that his vocabulary was getting kind of annoying to his friends (along with them telling him so). So, he stopped

He still has his old flashy outfits. They’re in the attic somewhere

Gerald’s family was…actually pretty normal. But like everybody, they had their secrets….well, secrets only Gerald knew about. And that was the fact that Agwe (we all know who he is by now, evil voodoo witch doctor who happens to be Gerald’s older brother) was practicing voodoo magic. But not good voodoo like Mama Odie, no no. I’m talking Dr. Facilier voodoo. Yeah, Agwe’s been practicing it since he was little

Because Gerald has this easygoing “do you” attitude, he didn’t question Agwe’s practices and would even watch him use it sometimes. Agwe knew what kind of magic he was dealing with so surely he wouldn’t use it for evil, right? Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case

Gerald loves Monty. He was happy, albeit a little surprised when he learned he had a nephew and loved seeing his son hang out with another kid his age. Plus, Monty was a good kid so he was always welcome in his home

Like I stated before, Gerald met Tina in college. She looked so pretty the day he laid eyes on her, he basically forgot how to speak. Now usually he’d have no problem starting up a conversation, but there was something about Tina that made his heart do summersaults. Somebody was playing “Magic” by Pilot and that wasn’t helping cuz he just stood there like an idiot

The reason he doesn’t talk much around Tina isn’t because she wouldn’t let him, he just loves listening to her voice. The way she talks, how bold she is, all of it. It’s the reason he fell in love with her in the first place

When Teeth said “no” to him and Tina the previous times they tried to get him to follow in their footsteps, he was actually really chill about it. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to get his son to follow in his footsteps, but wasn’t as bothered by it as Tina was. But every “no” got him thinking “Is this what Junior really wants? I mean, he’ll make other people smile…but will HE smile? Will he even be happy? Maybe music really IS Junior’s destiny”. And before they leave him alone, Gerald always gives his son a little smile of approval

He was the first of the pair to notice the dental bus was gone. Tina told him to get the bus and when he went outside, he just stood there trying to process what the hell happened to it like “….Huh.” Tina was absolutely livid though djvdhhege

He loves cheesecake, like LOVES it. He can have it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Will he get cavities from too much of it? Yup. Will it be worth it? Yup

Before you ask, yes he knows he’s thinning. Yes, he’s self conscious about it. Stop bringing it up for the love of God-

He and Tina adopted a dog. I dunno what breed it is yet, but his name is Crest and he uses dog toothpaste

Like his son, he doesn’t get mad easily. But when he does, it’s terrifying. He can and will punch you in the face if it ever gets to that.

One example would be after he found out the truth about why he and his family hadn’t seen Mad Monty in so long. Monty told him and Tina everything. His older brother’s dark practices, how Agwe really was behind closed doors, the lying….all those lies that he fell for

Afterwards, Gerald drove down (alone) to Agwe’s house and punched his scum for a brother square in the face, even breaking his mask in the process. Gerald may have gotten hurt via voodoo, but it was extremely satisfying knowing he eventually won the fight

[babysitter-turtles]

Okay, so, first of all, this was inspired by a dream about TMNT 2012 which was my growing up TMNT, second, I do not speak english. Offenses taken, let's go.

I present to you the fantabulous tales of THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA (BABYSITTER) TURTLES (TMN(B)T).

Concept turned a fragment and first drawing below vvv

It all started in just another night after all the... Kraang stuff, it’s final. It was during a patrol of routine. Silent streets, fulfilled in the remaining terror of the Kraang era, of the Foot’s attacks, of all the mutant new stuff. A ghost of the city NY used to be.

In the middle of the obscure night, when all the lights went off as no one dared to look outside, they heard yelling. Idishtingible from the distance, and yet, a clear mugging among a desperate criminal and a citizen who keep their fighting spirit. They rushed as the situation didn’t seem to have a good ending.

They were able to leave the mugger unconscious, and a mix of relief and anxiety invaded them as they saw the gun they held and the citizen who had a kid, completely hidden by a hoodie, in their arms. What could have been, how could it end, the situation itself didn’t present a happy ending. 

And then, the eyes. The person was looking at them, staring at them like they were considering all their options. And then, they nodded.

“Yup, you should be just fine” The person said as they accommodated the kid while she kept looking at them, “Her name is Candace, she is not very verbal but she knows how to make herself clear just fine, she likes physical touch and being held but no kisses or touching her paws.” What? What was happening???

“What?” Raph murmured the thought they all had, but he was completely ignored.

 “She’s very curious too and doesn’t have self preservation, so be very careful. I’ll be back in 3 hours since this was an emergency shift. Thank you very much” The person said as she held the kid by her armpits in front of Leo, who extended his own arms as a reflection. “Be good, baby, but don’t be afraid to bite and fight if you think you are in danger. I love you and I’ll be back soon enough, ok?” The kid just nodded, the citizen just nodded back with a smile as they left her carefully in the turtle’s hands, she felt a little too soft for just having a hoodie. “Good, love you baby”

“Lov’ too” The little girl muttered back. The person just smiled brighter before turning their head back to the turtles.

“I’m so sorry for this but I had no time and- I know you’ll treat her just fine, you look like really nice guys and- I- Thank you very much again” And then, she runned before they could process the entire situation.

They- They really didn’t understand it at all, they are mutants in a era of being afraid of all the no-human things. Why would she trust in them? It can’t be just because they save them, people usually run. Why then, why?

The silence fulfilled the alley, until a soft voice broke it.

“S’rry, big sis rush” She said,  tilting her head towards her sister’s direction.

And their attention was all in the little girl in Leo’s arms, looking at her as she just turned her head to face them. And then, one of them (Probably Mikey),  gently removed the hood, revealing her face.

And they suddenly were able to understand why she reacted so calmly to them, why she trusted them for just helping.

“Mmh?” She stares at them without moving anything but her ears, in a dog-like attitude, something just appropriate for a dog-like mutant child.

Concept drawing

[everrsilly]

Please please please give me your Patches headcanons I beg I wanna hear more of your thoughts ab him

HIII TYSM i have SO many i’m glad you asked :DDD the hyperfixation makes me insane. get ready for Much text

big stuff:

- first off all of his “stand still and get stabbed” persona was def a front not indicative of his actual personality and was fully based off of his bitterness towards other people. lots of lines in his purrgatory pa2 scene back this up (“cutting bad dogs into tiny pieces”, “getting rid of the toxic people in your life”, etc.) a lot of his violence seems to be just be directed at the people who hurt him which due to his jadedness extends to everyone, as olive points out (“but i didn’t hurt you!”) with patches rebutting along the lines of “that’s what they all say but i know you’re lying”. it probably also doubled as a way to keep people who he saw as a danger to himself away from him: if he appeared to pose as more of a threat, they wouldn’t dare to hurt him in the first place.

- that being said, he definitely regretted killing angel and losing him “for good”. i can imagine a LOT of internal guilt stemming from this because this was the one person who he thought would stick around. like in his head this was the one thing he could keep for himself, the one really good thing he had outside of the bullying and the home situation and the circumstances out of his control. and then he ruined it all on his own, with the very coping mechanism intended to get Bad people Out of his life, and in his attempt to un-ruin it he ruined it more. he briefly equated angel with everyone else that he felt was against him when his heart was broken, and then he killed him. he then proceeded to attempt to mask his way out of it and also mask his way out of feelings in general (critical fail!)

- i also headcanon patches as arospec, specifically greyromantic (in this case being infrequent romantic attraction). which makes things worse intentionally by making angel patches’ first and only crush and worsening the impact of the breakup lolll. he fell HARD. ive also seen greyromantic people have worries about passing a romantic partner by because that might be the last time they fall in love for a long time and in my head that also plays a role. like his thought process is “how long will it be before i get to feel this way again? too long”

- in conclusion i think also that patches has nightmares about the way things could have gone if he had killed everyone. and i also think the ghost of angel (not real, but appearing similarly to pa1) haunts him in those nightmares which leads to him not sleeping very well post canon. manifestations of inner guilt

- he’s still drawn to angel a bit and pines after the way things were for sure, and he talks with angel casually the same way they talk at the end of pa3, but he doesn’t like touching angel or angel touching him even by accident. i have angel hcs too but the way i see it is like. in the end they’ll never be romantically affiliated but they’re still drawn to each other sort of like soulmates but. not really? in my head their relationship is so interesting and so complicated, chews on them like a rubber ball

- he would oscillate a little bit in his postcanon relationship with olive as well. sort of falling between pulling away and pulling them too close? patterns he forced himself to learn vs patterns he fell into with angel. olive would reassure him because i’m certain he’s not used to someone who has seen all the worst parts of him and still refuses to leave

- i think also that patches would be a very protective person in any situation where olive (especially) was in danger. kind of flipping the killer script but he is Very intent on not losing anything else in his life. he would also do this for other people especially if olive asked him (which they would) but it comes from a very specific place with olive. and maybe angel? complicated yet again

- repairs his relationship with luna postcanon for sure. they become more like real co-leaders and patches genuinely starts helping instead of trying to undermine luna. her conversations on the topic of patches show that she wanted to see the good in him the whole time and i think that is so sweet

- i believe in unexpected friendship in brownie. i know brownie was his biggest hater but i think genuinely over time it would become sort of a back and forth series of jabs friendship and i would be here for it !!

- not directly related to patches but in my head he, angel, coco and olive bury angel’s extra removed eye from patches’ locker in angel’s empty grave in front of their house. full circle type beat, kind of as a memory of what happened. laying it to rest and turning over a new leaf

and some smaller stuff:

- i think he totally continues to pick up snakes and small animals and carry them around to scare people. especially angel since we know for a fact that angel hates snakes

- good cook or baker perhaps? this is just based off of him carrying everyone in home ec but since everyone loved his cakes i’m going with it

- absolutely abysmal at sports. cannot play sports for the life of him. and once in a while he whips out a stunning play or a home run and then he goes back to sucking at sports. i think it would be funny

- definitely makes fun of angel and brownie’s ages. oh i see the preteen- i mean the freshman has an opinion. scathing remark from the preteen right here

- i do like patches and whisk together eventually. boyfailures for sure. on whisk’s end i think it makes good drama but i also think they could vibe with each other easily. emphasis on EVENTUALLY because patches would Not want a relationship for a while post canon (nor imo would he really have the opportunity to develop another crush for awhile after canon! since. greyromantic. thats my aroness talking though i fear)

ANYWAYS this is SUCH a long answer with MANY paragraphs you really can tell he’s my favorite character but !!!! hope you enjoyed this yap session i’m frankly mental about this game :))

[sauteing-the-horrors]

The cemetery lies before me, rows upon rows of headstones as far as the eye can see. The sunlight filtering through the trees makes for a beautiful dappled pattern along the carved names of the dead. I do not remember how long I have been in here. I should have turned away the second I saw my second gravestone with the same name. I should have turned away when I began noticing that all the graves had the same bit of cracked stone along the right edge. But in I stayed, walking in deeper and deeper, looking for the one headstone that had caught my eye. It was a stone with my mother’s name on it, matching her birthdate. My mother has a fairly unique name, and only two other women share her name in this part of the town. This I know because of an internet search I did out of curiosity; to see if her name was really as unique as she claimed. You can imagine my surprise, then, when I saw her gravestone in this cemetery. When I saw the grave, I knew that it was hers. Something told me that this grave was meant for my mother. What’s more, the carved stone spelled out exactly what I had planned for her when she would pass. A bit morbid, I know, to have your mother’s epitaph planned out, but that’s the way she raised us, always at comfort with our mortality. That comfort, however, did nothing to ease my horror at seeing her grave in front of me while she was alive. The first time I saw it, it felt so real, I tried digging through to make sure she wasn’t actually in there. I do not remember how long I dug, only that when I stopped, my nails were bleeding and my eyes were heavy, as if I hadn’t slept in a week. How was it so dark already?

I turned around to leave, but the infinite rows of headstones looked so eerily similar in the dark, I couldn’t figure out which way to go. It wouldn’t be so bad sleeping in the cemetery itself – the graves made for a nice bed and it doesn’t get too chilly here around nights. So off to sleep I went, above my mother’s grave. At least, it felt like going to sleep. When I awoke, the rows of headstones around me seemed to extend far beyond where they did yesterday. I made my way through the uncannily similar rows, trying to remember which way I came in through. That’s when I saw it again. The grave. It couldn’t have been the same one, could it? I had been going straight for a while now, and two turns don’t make a circle. Or maybe it does? The heat of the day was beginning to get to me. I stumbled around, trying to find the entrance to the cemetery. I didn’t remember it being this big. Another grave with my mother’s name. And another. I saw one for my childhood best friend. Then another. Eight in total. Five for my father. Seven for my mother. Three for our family dog. Twelve for my high school girlfriend. This cemetery is filled with everyone and everything I have ever loved. I am pretty sure that if I look hard enough, I will find my own grave. Then another. And another. I don’t think I will go looking today, however. Mom seems lovely today, and there’s more of her surrounding me in this graveyard than she ever did when I was growing up. I can have her for lunch, the way I always dreamed when I got a place of my own. There’s certainly plenty of her to go around. I found this out when I saw the old shovel lying against one of the trees. I still had some hope back then, that these graves were empty and not real. But then I dug up my best friend. And then my dad. And then my best friend again. It is lovely to be surrounded by the people you love. And I suppose love does nourish you where food doesn’t. People break into my home sometimes. But they join the family soon enough. There rises my grave now. I suppose it’s time to join the rest of my family.

[compulsoryroyalty]

“POPPY, VERSUS!!! “Hm, what’d be good? “OH!

“DROPKICK MURPHY!!!!”

Dropkick, huh?

“Chen, that’s not what his nickname is listed as--”

The opossum ran straight for the mutt, jumping over his fist aimed towards her and extended both her legs straight into the dog’s face! An excellent dropkick, if she doesn’t say so herself!

And thus, the mutt was sent flying out of the ring, earning this opossum another, easy win. For Didelphi’s sake, these guys were pathetic. She genuinely expected a better fight than this. Even her fight with Big A was better than this--and that ended up being really depressing!!!

“SHHHHHHHH, I JUST WANTED TO SEE IF SHE’D DO ONE!!!”

Ah well.

As long as she gets enough money to pay off the gate and Lily’s medical bills, It’ll be fine.

Who’s gonna be the next chump here to challenge her?

---

“Well I’ll be damned.”

She took off her glasses and handed them over to Friedrich, who oh-so loyally stood by her side and watched the entire fight along with her.

The seating arrangements they acquired last minute weren’t too hard to get--being royalty had it’s perks, after all. Friedrich even brought her theater binoculars along so she could see the fights better--something she had specially commissioned back when she used to regularly watch these things, because by Vulpis it was a pain to actually see these things with just her normal magic-dispelling glasses. No, something stronger had to be made, or she’d be stuck looking at vaguely-detailed mass blobs every time these came about! And there’s no fun in that.

Though, with the pretty opossum challenger at the forefront, there was almost no need for these things.

...

Almost.

She still liked to see what the other challenger could do--fights were still very exciting for her to watch, after all!

“What was this woman’s name again, Friedrich?”

She looked over to her side after not receiving an answer.

“Friedrich?”

Did he leave without saying anything again? For the love of--did he forget she’s blind or something??? How absolutely rude!!!

He’s gonna be on tail-brushing duty for the rest of the tournament for this!!!

Ring, ring, ring!!!

Her phone? Who could be calling her now?

“Hello? Who’s--”

“It’s... Richard, your highness--”

“Richard!!! Oh it’s so wonderful to speak to you again! How long has it been? Weeks? Months? Years?”

“At least a year and a half since Boris started winning regularly, ma’am.”

“Ah yes, Boris! You know, he’s always been one of my favorites.”

“Yeah... right. Listen, your majesty...”

And he started to trail off about how important this arena was to him, and how amazing it’s been for the Canopy, and how he values her efforts with the o’possums--all sorts of things like that.

She simply listened and nodded along as he spoke--

Pop!

Huh?

She turned to her side--oh, it’s Friedrich!

She put the phone off to a side and covered the receiver.

“You jerk!“ She whispered, “Why did you just up and disappear like that--”

He simply whispered something into her ear.

...Oh?

She waved him off, uncupping the receiver and placing the phone back to her ear. Richard was still going on and on and on.

So, she decided to interrupt him.

“My apologies, Richard, but what’s this I hear about canceling fights?”

A pause, a silence.

He responded a couple moments later.

“Well, uh, ma’am... there’s been an ‘’erroneously excessive’’ bet that could cost us quite a lot of money...”

Oh, is that what all that babbling was about?

“Really? How much?”

“Fifteen million.”

Pfffffft. Looks like she wasn’t the only one interested in the opossum, huh?

She kept her snickering to herself.

“Oh goodness, that is rather bad, isn’t it?

“Perhaps if I made a bet of my own?”

“How would that hel--”

Sheesh, it’s like they forget she’s rich or something.

“I want 20 million on Boris to win!”

“You wan--I don’t--what? WHAT?”

“Is that a problem~?”

“Tuh-t-tuh-twen--uh, no. No problems here!!! “Just setting things up for the final round!!! “Ma’am.”

“Good to hear! Ta ta, Richard!”

And she would hang up, placing the phone back on it’s little stand.

That’s one problem fixed--

“I don’t mean to question your judgement, ma’am, but--”

And of course, Kit interrupts him as well.

“But you’re wondering why such a ridiculous bet with no payoff, no?”

He remained silent, while she continued on.

“It’s simple, dear Friedrich.

“If things go as expected, and Boris wins, then I keep my stake, the arena is fine, and everything proceeds normally. As if none of it ever happened. “But,

“If our strange, despised visitor surprises us all in the face of overwhelming odds? “Well, I think twenty-million nibbles is a fair price to pay to crack the status quo a little, don’t you?”

All in all, it’s a win/win scenario, no matter who the victor is.

And if everything goes how she hopes, then maybe that opossum ambassador candidate could finally be solidifi--

“You know, most women would just get a new haircut.”

. . .

[mccarthawrites]

Steve’s Dog

Relationships: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Sam and Bucky meet Soldier, Steve’s dog who resembles Bucky a bit too much.

Author’s Note: I wrote this as platonic, but I don’t care if you read this as Stucky since Bucky is moving in with Steve.

Words: 659

Marvel Masterlist

As soon as Steve met Soldier, a black labrador with blue eyes and three legs, he knew he had to adopt him. Steve had never had a dog before, but Natasha was always excited to come over and help out. She never pointed out the obvious of who Soldier reminded her of because she figured that’s how Steve was coping. Soldier, a retired army dog, reminded Steve to be gentle with himself. The two became inseparable, as Steve began bringing the dog to his support group. Soldier became the group’s mascot and emotional support animal in a way.

When Scott showed up with hope for getting everyone lost in the blip back Steve could only think of getting Bucky back.

When the mission was successful - mostly successful - and half of the population that had been gone for five years came back, Steve invited Bucky to move in with him. It would be like old times.

As soon as Steve opened the door to his apartment, Soldier sat by the door. His tail wagging excitedly with his pull rope dangling from his mouth. He was trained not to jump on people but he never failed to bring a toy when meeting new people.

“Hey, boy.” Steve knelt to greet the dog. Sam and Bucky exchanged a look.

“You never told anyone you had a dog.” Sam pointed out.

“With everything going on, it slipped my mind.” Steve replied. “His name is Soldier. He was an army dog.”

“I think you have a type.” Sam teased, taking note of the similarities between Soldier and Bucky. “So you rescued him?”

“Yeah. Nat and I-” Steve trailed off. Soldier’s ears perked up at the sound of Natasha’s name. “She dragged me to a rescue shelter and I fell in love with this big guy.” How was he going to tell a dog that his favorite human wasn’t coming back.

“So you guys adopted him together?” Sam asked, petting Soldier.

“I guess we kinda had joint custody of him. She loved him.” Steve explained. Bucky stayed back. He was more of a cat person. Had a few bad experiences with dogs when he was the Winter Soldier. “You okay, Buck?”

“Fine. Is he trained?”

“Yes. And he’s friendly.” Steve replied.

“Are you scared of dogs?” Sam asked.

“No. I just- I’m more cautious.” Bucky slowly extended his vibranium arm to the dog. Soldier sniffed his hand, before moving his head into Bucky’s hand for pats. Bucky couldn’t fight the smile.

“We used to have a cat before the war.” Steve told Sam, who laughed.

“You guys had a cat?” Sam asked. “A cat?”

“Her name was Alpine.” Bucky sat on the couch. “What happened to her?”

“I asked Rebecca to take care of her until we came home. I imagine she kept her.” Steve replied.

“So what drew you to Soldier?” Sam asked, beginning to play tug of war with the dog. “Did he remind you of someone?”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“Come on.” Sam scoffed. “He doesn’t remind you of anyone? No one?”

“No. He just chose me when we were at the rescue and I couldn’t leave him. Look at that face.”

“Yeah, I see.” Sam laughed at Steve’s oblivion. “Me and my sister wanted a dog so bad when we were kids, but my dad was allergic.”

“So who was watching him while you were gone?” Bucky asked.

“A neighbor. Asked her to watch for my mail and make sure he was fed.”

“Her? Who is she?” Sam asked, teasingly.”

“She’s no one. Just a friend.” Steve shut it down before it began.

“Yeah, sure. Just a friend.” Sam laughed, getting a glare from Steve. Soldier trotted to Bucky, laying his head on Bucky’s knee waiting for some scratches. “He likes you.”

“Good thing if I’m going to be his roommate.” Bucky replied, giving Soldier what he wanted. He had no idea he’d become the pup’s new favorite person.

[quindolyn]

subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

-----

Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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I had a VISION

Post vengeful, Syd and Mitch finally track Victor down. They go to where he's staying to confront him or reunite or however it may go.

Victor opens the door and before he can get a word out a cat from inside the motel jumps on his shoulder, demanding his attention.

Victor met the stray cat that has badly healed broken bones that cause him chronic pain, made his pain go away, and the cat decided that Vic is now his owner and basically forced him to adopt him by just refusing to leave him alone. And now they're besties of course even if Victor complains on how whiny and clingy the cat is. He secretly loves the company and cuddles.

By far the best thing I've read in a long time; you seem to be the chosen one. Victor needs a cat (and I chose Vex from your list of name ideas because Vex Vale has the same alliteration)!! Hope this little blurb with is okay!🤍

But also, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE! LOOK AT DOL!

“What have you got?” Sydney asks, pouring two glasses of chocolate milk.

“Nothing,” Mitch answers.

“Nothing?”

Mitch shrugs. “Not enough to go on, I mean.”

“That’s not nothing.”

Sydney rounds the table, standing behind Mitch to look over his shoulder. She scoffs, apologizing quietly when the noise wakes Dol.

“Mitch, that’s an address,” Sydney accuses. “How is that not enough to go on?”

“Victor doesn’t want to be found.”

“That’s not his decision, is it? Besides, he’s not here to stop us.”

Mitch knows she’s trying to push him, that she knows he’ll listen. He could - should - try to fight it, but he can’t. Sydney and Victor mean a lot to him, and Victor means a lot to Sydney, so he sighs as he grabs a set of keys from the table.

“You know this may not end well,” Mitch reminds Sydney as he leads the way to the car.

“Or it may.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Being on the run alone is much easier than hauling an escaped convict, a young girl, and an oversized dog with you. Although Victor finds that he does miss them. Finding an inconspicuous, cash-preferred motel, he gets a room under a fake name.

Walking down the corridor to his temporary home, Victor stops when he hears a strange noise. He looks around but doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It happens again, and now Victor can tell it’s a cat meowing. Based on the pitch, Victor determines that wherever it is hiding, it’s injured.

Focusing, Victor lowers the pain dial in his mind. The meowing stops, and a black cat walks out from behind a dilapidated ice machine.

“Hello, darling,” Victor murmurs, kneeling to extend a hand toward the cat.

As the cat moves toward him, Victor notices how it staggers when it walks. Victor runs his hand over its back and down its hind legs, frowning as he realizes its bones have been broken and left to heal on their own. The limp and chronic pain are results of badly healed bones, and Victor takes pity on the cat.

Continuing to numb its pain, Victor stands, and the cat moves quickly beside him, adhering himself to Victor’s leg as he enters the motel room. Victor has both adopted and been adopted, though he doesn't know it yet.

“You’re a vexing cat, aren’t you?” Victor mumbles as the cat jumps onto the bed.

The cat looks at Victor before turning onto its side and burrowing into Victor’s discarded trench coat. Victor smiles at the newfound ease of the cat’s movement, and as he gently moves it aside, he calls it vexing again.

“You’re clingy, you vex-“ Victor stops abruptly, a nearby door slamming and cutting him off. The cat nudges its head against Victor’s arm, and Victor shakes his head as he asks, “Answer to Vex, do you? At least you know, darling.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“This is a dump,” Sydney says, stretching as she exits the car.

“That’s why he would choose it,” Mitch points out. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“He’d ask to be at the back,” Sydney calls over her shoulder, walking down a corridor with Dol at her side.

Mitch sighs, following her. She stops suddenly and takes a few steps back, pounding on a door without warning.

“Sydney!” Mitch whispers harshly, reaching for her arm.

Someone looks up at the commotion, and Mitch smiles as he lies, “Her dad is teasing her, locking the door. We’ll keep it down.”

The man narrows his eyes but enters his room, uninterested in whatever is happening around him. Victor opens the door as Sydney raises her hand to knock again. He opens his mouth to speak, but a cat jumps on his shoulder, meowing as it swats at his ear.

Sighing, Victor steps back and lets Sydney in, watching as her eyes widen at the sight of the cat.

“Vex is a friend,” he says to Dol, who tilts his head as he watches the cat move over Victor’s shoulders and jump to the desk.

Victor watches Vex and bites his tongue to keep an equally loving and aggressive comment from coming out.

“Who’s your friend?” Sydney asks.

Victor cuts her off, ignoring her playful tone. “Why are you here?” he demands.

“You left,” Sydney answers. “And I followed.”

“Typically, when someone leaves without warning, it’s because they don’t want to be followed. I needed to do some things without putting you in danger.”

Sydney pats the bed beside her, and Vex sits beside her. “Then do them, without doing that.”

Victor rolls his eyes, catching Vex when he leaps from the bed.

“Take her away, Mitch,” Victor requests.

“I actually agree with her,” Mitch argues. “If Vex here can stay, why can’t we?”

Victor sighs, accepting his fate… yet again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Mitch and Sydney leave Victor with Vex and Dol, who make themselves comfortable at Victor’s side. When they return from getting dinner, Victor is reclined on one of the beds, with Vex asleep and purring on his chest, his face pressed under Victor’s chin. Dol is similarly relaxed, with his snout elevated on Victor’s ribcage.

“Oh my gosh!” Sydney squeals.

Victor shushes her quickly, pointing to Vex without disturbing Dol. Sydney and Mitch silence at his actions, looking at each other as they try not to laugh.

“You really love that cat,” Sydney muses.

“He knows when to stop,” Victor mutters. He glances down at Vex without moving to add, “No, you don’t, but it’s okay.”